Conor and I were lying in bed before school. “Dad, can any people fly without things to help them?” No, Conor, only birds can fly. All people need a machine to help them fly. “Like an airplane, helicopter, or a kite?” he quizzed. “That’s right, son,” I said, knowing I was letting him down. “Well, I want to fly,” he squeeked out. “Many, many people want to fly really bad. And that’s why two brothers named Orville and Wilber Wright invented the airplane.” I informed him.Then Conor stood up on the bed. “Dad, you stand over there.” And so I stood, bracing myself. And he jumped! “See dad, I can fly.” Conor always has to have the last word. And that’s when we got him dressed for school and stuffed him into his car seat. We drove. We didn’t fly.
Yesterday, Conor and I were having a talk and I was trying to tell him that during a full moon, the tide gets really high because of the moon's gravitational pull. He told me, "Dad, I already know everything." I got a bit perturbed at him and said, "You know what Conor, you may think you know everything, but the truth is, you don't. We never stop learning. We can learn something new every single day of our lives." He got quiet for a second, then said, "You know what Dad, I already knew that, too." That boy is too smart for his own britches! I was pissed off and done with the conversation. Conor 1; Dad 0.
Just got back from parent/teacher meeting at Conor's school. Among other things, his teacher wanted to talk about Conor's diet. Evidently, Conor isn't satisfied with his own lunch. Yesterday, he sat down with another boy to eat. Conor didn't like what he had because when the other boy went to take a bite out of his bagel, Conor jumped up and took a bite out of the opposite end of the bagel. Busted!
If you live near Cape Cod, you owe it to your family to visit the Wellfleet Bay Wildlife Sanctuary. Its tranquil surroundings and beauty overlook Wellfleet Harbor. There's a great trail network that offer you views of panoramic salt marsh, sandy barrier beaches, and pine woodlands. Each is like its own micro-climate and attracts a wide array of wildlife. The sanctuary has an award-winning “green” nature center with numerous exhibits and aquariums. Yesterday, we spent the entire morning learning about sea turtle rescue. Today, we're hiking the outdoor trails and taking photographs of this picture perfect environment.
Conor is two and a half years old and tonight is the first time I've ever seen him get an upset stomach and lose his cookies. He started off by telling me, 'Daddy, tummy.' No other explanation than that. I rubbed it and thought he was just showing me how far it sticks out because it is rather round. He waited about five minutes and said again, "Daddy, tummy." I think I heard some gas but what's new there? So I rubbed his tummy and asked him if it felt okay. He said, "no'. So I sat on the bed with him and we talked about Curious George and how Curious George likes to visit the chocolate factory. Then Conor put his little hand up to his mouth and said, "Daddy, my mouth!" and his eyes looked so scared. I figured it out immediately. I grabbed a towel and he was still looking scared. I told him that it was okay to let whatever was inside come right out of his mouth and that it would be okay. He did! And it went everywhere. Of course he started crying and his mom had grabbed him by the time he threw up and poor thing was covered in hotdogs and milk. She was a real trooper and took him downstairs for a bath.
I still remember how scared I was when I was a little boy and I had to throw up. I thought I was going to die. Seriously. It was the worst feeling I had ever felt. To be able to breathe again after that was quite a surprise. Conor threw up two more times that night and there was major cleanup necessary. We took his temperature and he was normal. The next morning he was completely fine and we returned to normalcy…whatever that is!